#taylor swift summoning circle

[theetherealshade]

They are ready for the first bridge of the evening.

It’s been a long time coming.

Lover.

[theetherealshade]

Just want to tell you I am going to be simping these two photos for the next three months.

[12triceratops]

Where the rubber meets the road.

These two didn't just have a relationship, they had a (soul)utionship. "The Prophecy" Hand on the throttle Thought I caught lightning in a bottle...

What these two had was magical. There is no debate that Karlie Kloss and Taylor Swift were electric: (I am using past tense for the moment, I will refer to them in present tense a bit later in the post)

Fast forward a decade later to Fortnight. This record did not hit me immediately the way "Folklore" and "Evermore" did, It has almost been a week since its release and I hadn't been fully onboard with TTPD. I was expecting something different, something not familiar and I had quite literally thought maybe Jack Antinoff and Taylor Swift had reached their limit together as collaborators. The music produced by Aaron Dressner had flavors and connections to "Folklore" and "Evermore," while parts of the album was reminiscent of "1989." My next thought that maybe the three of them had done all they could do.

And then the Matty Healy conversation exploded across the net (le sigh), and I just about gave up on the record.

I damn near had a sanguinary struggle within myself over The Tortured Poets Department (I know, that is very dramatic lol), and then I finally got it. The brilliance of this woman is unmatched.

The last song "The Manuscript." Now and then she rereads the manuscript Of the entire torrid affair

"The entire torrid affair" meaning the last decade (probably longer, but I am sticking with 2014-2024). The title isn't lost on me and many others - The Man-U-Script.

The last segment of the song

The only thing that's left is the manuscript One last souvenir from my trip to your shores Now and then I reread the manuscript But the story isn't mine anymore

She is closing the chapter on all of it. It's over, the countless theories, the stories we all have created about her. They're our stories now, we built them into a formidable, monstrous entity that took on a life of its own. "The last souvenir" are her words to us on this album. From the Swifities, to the Gaylors/Kaylors, to the haters, critics, industry, fans, media. She won't play this game anymore. Taylor gave enough clues on this album to make EVERYONE'S theory plausible (Karlie, Joe, Matty, Travis, Harry, Kim etc). She connected threads to come full circle, which brings us back to "1989," that 1980s syth-pop (hello! "I Can Do It With A Broken Heart"). This is why she and Jack Antonoff brought us back to where it all began, Karlie Kloss and #Kissgate (Dianna Agron, too, who can forget "Wonderland). Aaron Dressner summons moments within this records of the two albums that fractured my soul, F & E. That folky-pop melody that gets into your skin to change the DNA. No joke, I sobbed listening to "Folklore" and "Evermore."

With TTPD, Taylor comes in like a thrashing, tumultuous storm; at times seething and others admonishing. She is singing to herself, for herself and without need of approval from the mainstream radio (or anyone else). TTPD is messy, too much, not enough, vulnerable, real, relatable and she is tired of our collective shit.

Back to "The Manuscript" This Era has come to an end and she is leaving us with the ruins, the aftermath of what she went through: being forced to hide who she really is, having to placate the rabid fans who believe the stories of every boy she has ever dated. She has had zero privacy and the only safe place Taylor has ever had was her music, she is the ONLY one who knows to whom she sings. Does she love her fans, of course, but Mother is tired and done. She is ready to come clean and live the life she has crafted to keep in secret in order to protect the innocent.

The beards, NDAs, slight of hand, she is smashing all that we know. It's not her reflection she seeks to shatter, it's the illusions. In "Fortnight" the nurse, a woman (cannot convince me that it's not Karlie. A doorframe is 6'8" and that nurse is about 5" shorter that frame, which would make that person 6'3" :), comes to save her, gives her the key to set her free. The men in the video are the ones who are torturing her. Like the last 10 years, The poet has been tortured by the department of men: Joe, John, Conner, Jake, Harry, Calvin, Tom, Joe, Matty, Travis, Scooter, Scott, and the list goes on.

It's "Robin" that has got a choke-hold on me.

Buried down deep And out of your reach The secret we all vowed To keep it from you in sweetness

She is singing to a child, a kid, and I am going to say a little boy. Is this song about Levi? I am going to say yes. Hands down the gem of the album, and our cue to realize she is telling us what is next, her family, the loves of her life: Karlie and the kids. That is what she wants and that will be her next chapter. We struggle to interpret the Taylor that is always ten steps ahead of us. Her Eras Tour, this will be the last one for a while. Once it has wrapped, I wouldn't be surprised if she disappeared for a spell. Will she produce more work, sure. Perform, probably, but this last decade has taken a toll, and this tour has been a herculean effort. Hence, its wild success. Could she retire (FLORIDA)? It's possible, but she would never tell us, we would have to figure that out for ourselves.

I have more to say, but it's late and I am sleepy. As I get lost in the piano of "The Manuscript" I am reminded of the book "The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo"

Not sure if anyone is going to see or read this, but I needed a place to write my thoughts about this extraordinary album that I almost let slip through my fingers. Good night and sleep well everyone <3

[cherryflavoured7777]

It Might As Well Be Worth It For Once [h.c]

Summary: After a photo of you kissing your crush, Hazel Callahan, goes viral among students at your university, you try to navigate the backlash you receive on top of your newfound feelings for her.

Pairing: College!Hazel Callahan x College!fem!reader

Contains: reader sort of figuring out her sexuality, homophobia, explicit language, d slur, slut shaming, drinking, partying, violence, no explicit smut just heavy make-outs, scary ex-boyfriends, evil frat bros

word count: 3k

A/N: This is loosely inspired by Taylor Swift's song "Slut!" so listen if you want to set the mood!

Your first kiss with Hazel Callahan happened at a party, initiated by a simple dare. In the middle of a crowded kitchen, surrounded by sticky solo cups and cigarette smoke, you watched Hazel as she spoke. “Dare.” She stated to her brown-haired friend.

“Okay,” PJ starts and her eyes dart around the room,

“I dare you…” PJ’s eyes find you and she points her finger at your frame “to kiss her.”

“Real original, PJ,” Hazel remarks as she makes her way over to you.

At first, you didn't give it much thought, dismissing it as just a harmless dare amidst the alcohol-fueled chaos of the party. But as you followed through and Hazel's lips met yours, something in you shifted, and every sensation suddenly heightened. The taste of tequila on her tongue mixed with the smell of her sharp cologne made your head dizzy.

The kiss, though quick, left a new feeling that you couldn't forget. You were amazed at how in sync your movements were with each other, considering you barely knew Hazel. You’d seen her a couple of times in class, walking around campus in her stylish outfits, and at parties like these. She was friends with your roommate, Isabel, so she did run in the same social circle as you.

When Hazel eventually pulled away from the kiss, the absence of her touch left you wanting more. You leaned forward, instinctively chasing her lips. Embarrassment washed over you, reality kicking in, and you were suddenly hyper-aware of yourself. With the re-realization that it was just a game you were playing, you buried the feelings deep within your stomach, locking them away and deciding they should never be explored.

-

You found Hazel a few weeks later, outside one of the dorm buildings, returning home from another late night. That night, a couple of drinks deep, you summoned the courage to confess what had been consuming your thoughts. Her soft brown hair, her big blue eyes, her attractive scent, and how soft her lips were on yours.

Something felt different about your infatuation with Hazel, and you were dying to just be close to her again.

"I don’t know what it is about you, Hazel," you say, your back leaning against the side of the bricked building. "I’m never like this with anyone," you whisper, avoiding eye contact.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about our kiss, and I know that's ridiculous because it was just a stupid dare at a party." Hazel sensed your vulnerability in that moment. She took a step toward you and reached for your hand, gently playing with your fingers, which hung between both of you. As you rambled on, she stared and smiled at you, enjoying your attempt to express your feelings.

"Yeah?" She nodded at you, leaning in a bit closer with a cocky grin. "You liked it that much, huh?"

You avoided her gaze again, clearly growing more embarrassed.

"Well, I was never going to tell you this,” she sucked in a breath “But before the game started, I actually told PJ to dare me to kiss you. It was the only way I thought I was ever going to be able to." Her hand moved from your hand to your waist, squeezing gently, and her eyes landed on your lips. Her confession hung heavy in the air between you both.

Feeling a rush of boldness, you couldn't hold back any longer. You grabbed her by her shirt, slowly pulling her closer, and in a moment of sheer impulsiveness, you pressed your lips firmly against hers.

Your kiss deepened, the pressure between your lips gradually intensifying, the sensation giving you goosebumps. Hazel's lips were plush and inviting, just like you remembered. Her lips left yours for a moment before attaching themselves to your jaw, then your neck, sucking gently.

“Shit, Hazel.” You sighed and your back arched against the wall, already breathless.

Her hand on your waist pulled you closer, the touch gentle yet possessive. Your fingers instinctively wound into her hair, the strands soft and silky beneath your touch.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about doing this since that night,” She says between kisses to your neck. “Want you so bad,” she whines.

Her lips found yours again, the kiss hot and passionate, fueled by the emotions that had been building between you. There was an urgency to the way your lips moved together, and you felt a soft sigh escape Hazel's lips. Your bodies pressed against each other, every inch of skin on fire from the contact.

What you didn’t notice was your ex-boyfriend's roommate, Tyler, emerged out of the dorm building's entrance. He recognized you after a minute and stared at the scene in front of him in complete shock, jaw slack. He pulled out his phone, capturing the moment with a camera click. Lost in the intensity of your kiss, neither of you had noticed him. He snickered at his discovery, feeling proud of this piece of information he was now sitting on.

-

In the days that followed, you and Hazel became inseparable, caught up in the intoxication of a budding romance and newfound feelings. Mundane moments were made ten times better just by her presence. You’d been in relationships before, but not like this.

Taking walks hand in hand, you found the quiet corners of your college town, finding comfort in how easy it was to be around each other.

Movie marathons turned into shared glances and stolen kisses, the screen flickering in the background as you explored this new person. Your connection was so intense, it often escalated into heavy makeout sessions in Hazel's dorm, losing yourselves in the heat of the moment.

You were lying in bed, your head resting on Hazel's chest while her arm encircled you. The soft glow from Hazel's laptop illuminated the room, displaying a scene where two characters were kissing in a pool.

“I’ve always wanted to do that,” you said.

Hazel's hand gently rubbed your shoulder. “Do what, hm?”

“Make out in a pool. It just seems so… liberating.” You shifted in her arms to gaze up at her.

“How is making out while standing in a body of water any different than doing it on land?” She laughed, looking down at you.

“You'll find out when we do it one day,” you said with a smirk. “It’s gonna blow your mind.”

“I don’t know, I think our kisses are already pretty mind-blowing. But I’ll hold you to it,” she replied, her eyes fixed on your lips.

Just then, your phone rang, and it was a call from Isabel. You answered it, still comfortably lazing on Hazel as she absentmindedly stroked your hair.

“Hey Isabel, what's up?”

“I just wanted to check on you and see how you're doing…”

“I’m fine, I’m just at Hazel’s, I’ll be back soon though.”

“Have you seen the photo? Of you and Hazel?” She blurts out.

You sit up, your heart beating frantically as you press the phone closer to your ear. Hazel looks at you, her expression shifting from contentment to concern, sensing the change in your demeanor.

"What photo, Isabel?" you ask, your voice tight with worry.

"It's on Instagram," Isabel replies, her tone heavy with concern. "Someone posted a picture of you and Hazel, and the comments… they're awful. Homophobic slurs, slut-shaming… I thought you should know."

A lump forms in your throat, and you glance at Hazel, who grips your hand reassuringly, silently offering her support. "I haven't seen it," you admit, your voice shaky. "But thanks for letting me know."

"I reported the comments, but I don't know how long it'll take for them to be taken down," Isabel continues, her voice filled with empathy. "I'm here for you, okay? Don't let those ignorant people get to you." You take a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart.

"Thanks, Isabel," you say, your voice quivering. "I appreciate your support. I'll talk to you later, okay?”

"Of course," Isabel replies, her voice softening. "I’ll see you later tonight.”

With trembling hands, you grabbed your phone to see it for yourself.

There it was - the innocent moment captured in a snapshot, now tainted by the cruelty of strangers. As you scrolled through the comments, your heart pounded in your chest, each hateful word striking like a physical blow.

The pain intensified with every comment, echoing the doubts that had been gnawing at the corners of your mind. Hazel peered over your shoulder, her expression a mix of anger and concern.

"Ignore them," she urged, her voice soft yet determined. "They don't know us”

But the words had already burrowed deep within you, festering like a poison. A sense of overwhelming shame washed over you, overpowering Hazel's words. The room felt suffocating, the walls closing in, and in a desperate attempt to escape, you grabbed your jacket and phone, your hands trembling as you stuffed it into your pocket.

"I can't stay here," you muttered, your voice strained, your eyes avoiding Hazel's gaze. "I need to get away from all of this."

Hazel reached out, her fingers brushing against your arm, her eyes pleading. "Please, don't run out like this," she implored, her voice cracking with emotion.

"I can't stay here," you repeated, your voice cracking as you met Hazel's gaze, filled with self-doubt. "We shouldn't see each other anymore." The words hung heavily between you, an unbearable admission of defeat. You turned away, unable to face the look in Hazel's eyes, and made your way to the door.

"Wait," Hazel pleaded, her voice raw with emotion, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop.

The door creaked shut behind you, sealing off the warmth and safety of the room you had shared with Hazel. Tears blurred your vision as you hurried down the dimly lit corridor, the echoes of your footsteps a haunting reminder of the distance growing between you and her.

-

It had been a month since you left Hazel in her dorm room. A miserable month to say the least. You felt so guilty for hurting her, but were also dealing with the hurt you felt from your privacy being so rudely invaded. Not to mention the straight-up awful comments you both received. But tonight, you were at a party you had reluctantly agreed to go to. Isabel and her girlfriend Josie convinced you that you needed to get out of your head and let loose.

Flamingo pink and aquamarine neon lights cast an ambiance on the frat house walls. The floor was sticky and the speakers were playing a rap song you didn’t know.

“Dude, we’re so young, you have your whole life ahead of you to fall in love and date hot people,” Isabel said, raising her glass to you. “Like, being this young is art. Cheers to that.” Isabel clinks her shot glass to yours. You tip your head back and shoot the tequila, burning your throat as it goes down. You needed any excuse to take a shot right now.

"I’m just going to go get us some more drinks and find Josie, okay?" Isabel gives you a reassuring look, and you nod before she disappears toward the bar. You do your best to make it look like you’re busy without your friend there, opening your phone, turning your brightness down, and scrolling through the calendar and weather app hoping no one can see over your shoulder.

“Well would you look who it is” You hear a familiar, sinister voice come from behind you. Great, it's your ex-boyfriend. Quite literally the last person on planet Earth you want to be standing face to face with right now.

“What could you possibly want right now, Josh.” You say deadpan, genuinely annoyed to be in his presence.

You and Josh had dated for four months. It was your typical college relationship, but there was always something missing, and you couldn't quite figure out what it was. He wanted sex, but you never felt quite ready to do it yet, at least not with him. Four months with no sex for a typical frat guy like Josh was absolute torture for him, so he went looking elsewhere. You ended it when you found him in bed with a brunette from the nursing program.

You can smell his mint gum as he cockily chews it and leans closer to you. “You come here to make out with more dykes, huh? You know, I always thought you were a prude, considering you never gave it up. Turns out your just a horny freak for pussy.”

His words sting. Hot tears brim at the bottom of your lash line. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry, but you’ve never been good at standing up for yourself in these situations.

“Fucking slut.” He spits, even closer to your face than he was a moment ago. He has you cornered against the wall now, your blood boiling with rage and your head spinning with shame.

In the dim light, you see a hand adorned with silver rings firmly grip onto his shoulder. Before he could react, he was yanked backward by the other figure, a swift and forceful movement that left him disoriented. The punch landed sharply, the impact reverberating through his body.

Hazel.

Her eyes met his for a moment, before she turned toward you, leaving him shocked.

Holy shit.

You stare at Hazel, stunned, your gazes locked. Bright, red blood pours from your ex-boyfriend's nose.

“What the fuck?” His hands fly up to his face. “Is this your little girlfriend?” He laughs humourlessly, pointing to Hazel. “Real fucking cute. Yeah, you’re dead’ He says as he launches toward her, only to be pulled back by another group of arms, Isabel and Josie.

“Guys! Go! We’ll take care of him”

Hazel wastes no time and grabs your hand, her fingers entwining with yours in a reassuring grip. You run alongside her, the thumping music fading as you descend the stairs and navigate the chaotic kitchen of the large frat house. Your heart races, a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation fueling your steps.

You don’t know if it's the slight buzz from earlier or the intoxicating lovesickness for the girl in front of you that continues to propel your feet forward, but you decide to just go with it. Hazel leads you through the crowd, weaving in between sweaty bodies and flashing lights.

As you step into the backyard, the cool night air hits your skin, and the scene before you unfolds like something out of a movie. A huge moonlit swimming pool stretches out, its surface rippling with the movements of people swimming in their underwear, their laughter and splashes filling the air. Realization strikes you, and you know exactly what Hazel is about to do.

With an impish grin, she turns to you, "Ready?" she asks, her voice drowned out by the music but clear in your ears. She hovers her mouth to the shell of your ear. “Just trust me, please” she whispers.

You nod, feeling a surge of adrenaline, and without another word, Hazel tugs you toward the edge of the pool.

With a shared glance, you leap into the water together, the cool embrace of the pool enveloping you. As you resurface, you find Hazel's eyes, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the pool. She looks so perfect like this, you almost forgot how stupidly into her you were.

“You look really pretty” She finally says.

“Hazel, I’m so sorry. That was so fucked up leaving you in your room like that.”

“I tried to call you,” she says, her voice tinged with disappointment.

“I know, I was too much of a coward to face you, I always bury everything that makes me uncomfortable and avoid it forever. It's unfair, you need someone who can confront those issues head-on, right away.”

“What if all I need is you?” she murmurs, her words hanging in the air, heavy with vulnerability and hope.

“Hazel…”

Your heart swells at her comment, you wanted nothing more than to hear those words come from her mouth, but your guilt makes you hesitant.

She reaches out for your hand, pulling you closer through the water, her touch reassuring. Her hands gently encircle your waist, you instinctively raise yours to rest around her neck. It feels like magnets snapping back into place,

"I don’t want to hide anymore. I don't want to be the one who runs away from difficult conversations. I want to be the one who faces challenges with you, who stands by your side no matter what." you say.

Her eyes soften, and she gives you a small smile, her grip on your back tightening. "I believe you," she says. Her voice is filled with trust.

"I mean it, Hazel," you continue, your voice steady.

She lifts your legs in both of her hands, effortlessly supporting you as you wrap them around her body beneath the water. The sensation is intimate, a silent declaration of trust and connection. Suspended in the water, your eyes meet hers, and in that moment, there's a shared understanding that goes beyond words.

Your foreheads meet each other, resting gently against one another, and your breathing hitches in anticipation as Hazel speaks. “So, are we still on for that mind blowing pool kiss?” she asks, a playful grin tugging at her lips.

A mischievous smile curves your lips in response. "Well, if they’re gonna call me a slut," you say, your voice low and sultry, "it might as well be worth it for once. I say we give them a show."

With unspoken agreement, you close the distance between your lips, capturing Hazel's mouth in a heated, passionate kiss. The world around you fades away, and all that exists is the electricity between you, the taste of her lips, and the water around your bodies.

You feel hopeful for the future, for where this could go. For where your heart might lead you. As you both pull away, breathless and smiling, you exchange a knowing glance, understanding that something has shifted between you, and you were exactly where you were meant to be.

-

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a/n: thanks so much for reading !! this is my second fic ever so again pls forgive me if there are any mistakes. I definitely want to write more for hazel though so I am so open to requests if you ever want to send one <3333

[mountainpresspublishing]

and if I get burned, at least we were electrified by @seiya-starsniper

The latest bind here at Mountain Press Publishing! This one was a ton of fun and made for a chuck of firsts for me as well! From making a book of a smaller size (and a different size than my usual in general!) to refreshing my Illustrator knowledge as well as some quick sticker making, this ended up being a very fun project!

Initially, I planned for this bind to be the size of a CD album (and it was), but I intended to be able to fit it within a CD case itself. However, it ended up being the perfect size of a case, which meant it didn't actually fit inside of the case.

Lessons learned there!

Thankfully, I had also picked up some CD case sleeves that I was able to package the book within to still achieve that aestethic I was going for.

Now, you may be wondering why I went for a CD size at all. This fic's title (as well as Chapter Titles) were all based on lyrics from Taylor Swift's reputation album! Which, once I found that out, helped me solidify the styling I was going for.

I looked up the Reputation album and the styling and fonts that were used on the cover images as well as the lyric booklet within, which is how I settled on the drop caps and the fonts I choose.

And here's the reference image I used for the text

You can see that the fonts are pretty similar. The header in the book also matches the header here!

And, of course, if I was diving down this copy of Reputation, I had to make a matching cover as well!

Shout out to the Sadman server's channels devoted to Ferdie and Tom and Boyd. I had plenty of good photos to sift through and choose from to get all the boys in the image!

Here's a full view of the cover, spine, and back as well. And yes, I did have to pen tool that summoning circle by hand since I couldn't find a good transparent one online!

Now, for the chapter headers, you may have noticed some peculiar images in the back. In the fic, The Corinthian as well as Dream have symbols, signatures of sorts, that they have. Old ones, made before humanity as we know it. They end up featuring a few times, mainly when the marks appear on Hob, marking him as theirs. So, of course, I had to design those as well!

The Corinthian's is on the left and sharper than Dream's, which I thought fitting for a nightmare. There's the theme of three in his, with the three sections, three lines, and three little swoops. The design is also mirrored, which ties nicely to his function as humanity's dark mirror.

For Dream, his is more fluid, more swoopy. It starts like a circle that quickly breaks into diverging lines, similar to the unreality of dreams and their meandering paths. It also looks somewhat like a treble clef, which also ties well with Dream's role and relations to the arts and creative pursuits.

The final image is of their marks combined, swooping and curling around one another.

The last major part of this bind was the stickers that I created and printed to go along side the book! Since the CD case didn't work out as I had hoped, I still wanted to add something special and unique to this gift for Seiya, so I decided to design some sticker that went along with the fic! I didn't take photos of them all cut out, unfortunately, but I do have the original sheet here.

We have the marks in color, the album cover, along with some more fic specific stickers! These were really fun to design, honestly. I have the knife one on my laptop currently! 😂

Overall, this was an amazing fic and if you're a Hobrintheus or Hobrinthian lover, you definitely need to check it out! This project was a ton of fun to work on and I'm so glad I could get a copy to the wonderful author ♥️

[kasagia]

Bring me a dream pt. 3

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova/general Kirigan x fem! sun summoner! reader

Summary: Aleksander (unwillingly) takes you to the border with Fjerdans. Along the way, you spend more and more time together, but can the two of you forget your differences and be as close as you were in the past again?

Wairning(s): blood, fight, reader and Aleksander circle around each other like a dog around a hedgehog, violence, and so on, TEXT NOT CHECKED, I hope it's good

Word count: 6-8k idk 😅

Taglist: @aoi-targaryen @morrigan-crowmwell @louderfortheback @ludarklina-fan-spot @sayumiht @budugu @howibecameabadassbitch @flostvs1508 @intothesoul

~•♤♤♤•~ Part 1 ~•♤♤♤•~ Part 2 ~•♤♤♤•~ Aleksander Morozova's Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~

And all I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life...

Taylor Swift - Electric Touch

"Absolutely not." he says firmly as he flips over the stacks of papers on his war table.

"Absolutely yes!" you reply, placing your hand on the pile of papers he was flipping through. His attention is immediately turned to you and you smirk.

"Y/N you are not going with me." he talks to you like to a little kid. You absolutely do not like the commanding tone of his voice. You won't let him tell you what to do.

"I won't be with you, I will be behind you." you reply, teasing him. You bravely endure his stern gaze, not letting him intimidate you with those dark eyes.

"Y/N." he sighs irritably and rubs his eyes with his hand. "You're not going there."

"You won't change my mind." you say sweetly, and turn on your heel to leave the room. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Aleksander roll his eyes. His sigh only widens the smug smirk on your face.

"Y/N Y/L/N."

"That's not mine surname." you say over your shoulder as you approach the door.

Aleksander circles the war table with astonishing speed and blocks your way to the door. You raise an eyebrow at him.

"I've been having your name on my wrist for 500 years." he says, and the frown on his forehead only deepens as you continue to tease him. "I was looking at it. Night and day. For hundreds of years. I know your name, even if I didn't know that belong to you. It is the only thing that hasn't slipped my mind over the centuries." you shiver, analyzing his words for a moment. And your stupid and naive heart clings to that little note of tenderness hidden behind contempt and irritation.

You know that if you were just a regular Grisha, one of his soldiers, he would have scared you with his shadows or sent you to the fold a long time ago. Unfortunately for him, you were his soulmate and sun summoner. You were the safest and most privileged person in the whole, damn Ravka.

"Maybe I'm not your soulmate?" you ask, crossing your arms. You can tell from the look on his face that he's on the verge of a mental breakdown… or maybe he's just so annoyed and tired that he can no longer respond to your taunts.

"Y/N." he says sternly, giving you an appalling look.

"Aleksander." you reply, not flinching under his dark eyes as you shoot him a defiant look.

"I'm not joking."

"Me either."

You stand there in front of each other, both staring at the other, waiting to see which one of you will give in. Both too stubborn to back down and let the other win. If anyone walked into the war room right now, they would burst out laughing at their general fighting for stares with the sun summoner.

Finally, he sighs and shifts his gaze to the war table and all the maps, plans, reports, and wooden soldiers he has there. Like he can't look you in the eye as he voluntarily gives up his original plans.

"For you." the part of you, that still sees him as your nameless boy from ages ago, whispers.

"You will be next to me all the time." he speaks firmly, and you know better not to question his request this time (never in your life will you admit to voluntarily obeying his orders.)

"Good."

"You will not leave my sight." he adds, trying to either discourage you from leaving or somehow make sure you'll always be around him.

"Good."

"You will sleep in my tent." you give him a offended look. He just rolls his eyes at that and sigh irritated as he shift his gaze to you again. "Don't look at me like that. You will have your own bed."

"Fine." you sigh, realizing that you won't be able to get out of his sight… at least at the beginning of your journey to the Fjerdan border. "Do you have any other absurd demands you want me to fulfill?" you ask, crossing your arms, annoyed with the conditions he has set for you.

"They are not absurd. Thanks to them I will know that you are safe."

"So I can be only safe by your side?" you ask, resentful, ready to argue with him even though it's late and you've spent most of the night working on plans and reports anyway.

"No. You can't do anything stupid by my side." you snort seeing his mischievous, amused smirk.

"Very funny." you roll your eyes and bite your lip to keep from smiling when you see his smirk. He has other plans, however, and comes over to you, taking your chin gently in his hand and forcing you to look at him.

"I'm not kidding, Y/N. I can't afford to lose you from my sight… you're too important to… to all of us."

You watch him carefully as he strokes your cheek with his thumb. And you can't help but feel the familiar feeling of where his skin meets yours—the light inside you buzzing, wanting to come out. However, you now have too much control to let your power out again.

But that's not the feeling that bothers you the most.

His dark brown eyes are much more engaging than the heat that spreads up your cheek with the movement of his thumb. And if you were younger, more naive, and less experienced by so many disappointments, you'd lean forward and taste his soft, enticing lips as you were centuries ago.

But you're no longer the girl he used to know. So you pull away from him and clear your throat without looking him in the eye. You know you'd be lost if you gave in to his piercing, mesmerizing gaze any longer.

"So... I guess I shall go now. I need to get some sleep before the trip. You, too, so don't play with your wooden soldiers anymore, Aleks."

"For the last time I'm telling you, it's one of the creative ways to simulate a tactical operation."

"Of course, general. You're not playing like a little kid at the war table with wooden soldiers. How could I ever assume something like that?" he rolls his eyes at what are you laughing at. "Good night, Aleksander." you say with a gentle smile, pleased that you have achieved what you wanted.

"Good night, Y/N." he replies. His eyes are fixed on yours and his gaze is absent, as if he is still brooding in this moment of closeness between you two. Like he regretted not kissing you.

Or at least you want to think that.

You finally snap out of the trance his dark brown irises put you in and nod to him before turning around and walking out.

Closing the door behind you, you hear the upcoming steps of his heavy shoes. You know well that he stands on the other side. With unknown reasons, he does not open the door. He just stands there. And you do not know what directs him that he decided to approach the door.

Your heart is pounding like crazy when you're on the other side of a closed door, and the urge to go back there and sink greedily into his mouth is almost unstoppable... almost.

You shake your head and go to your chamber, leaving him alone at the door.

Alekdander stared at the door. His hand on the doorknob. He bit his lower lip, wondering what would happen if he opened them and took you in his arms just like he has done centuries ago...

Your receding footsteps snapped him out of his little fantasy. He couldn't think about it now. Whatever it was between you, it was in the past. Now you probably wouldn't appreciate his... soft side he had for you.

But he couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he kissed you. If only he would do what he has longed for for ages and enclose you in his embrace and listen to your steady, comforting heartbeat which pushed away all his shadows and which was proof that he wasn't as terrifyingly and utterly alone as he had told himself all along.

He sighed long and hard. The cold around him and the shadows that once again took over the war room reminded him that your warmth and light had long ago ceased to be his reach. All he could do was watch from a distance. Like a sinner waiting for deliverance (which he will never get) from his little saint.

With the loss of your grandmother's necklace, your dreams turned into flashbacks of Aleksander's life, interspersed with occasional memories of your past encounters.

This night was no different from any other.

You ran through the forest knowing all too well what was about to happen.

It was one of those nights when the Drüskelle attacked the village of Grishas you were live in with your grandmother.

This time they had the courtesy not to burn down the "demon hatchery" but to stalk you like some fucking forest animals. You ran ahead, only glancing back from time to time.

You only had to run a few metres before you reached the safe place where your grandmother was supposed to be waiting for you. You thought back to your nameless companion. You wondered if your dark-eyed boy had found a shelter.

Halfway through, you began to notice riders approaching you. You had no choice. You had to fight them if you wanted to survive and reach the hideout without the bloodthirsty Grisha killers following you.

You looked around, making sure no one else was around you, and used your light to kill them.

Those you couldn't kill, at least you blinded them enough to fall off their horses. It gave you enough time to run away from them and, for a moment, to lose them in the thicket of the forest.

You didn't enjoy the peace for long.

The Drüskelle surrounded you rather quickly, attracted by your rare skills. Before you had time to look back, one of them threw a metal net at you.

You hissed in pain as you felt the protruding metal spikes digging into your skin. Just as you were about to summon all your light to blind them all, the clearing was plunged into total darkness.

You breathed a sigh of relief, lying on the ground and listening to the screams of suffering of your tormentors, who were slowly beginning to be swallowed up by the shadows. You didn't open your eyes as everything went quiet. You were too tired to move a finger and blood was still oozing from your wounds.

The weight of the metal mesh was lifted off you, and strong, familiar arms lifted you off the ground, placing you on someone's lap. You sighed at his scent and relaxed completely in his arms.

Your moment of calm lasted until you felt an extra pair of hands on you. You tensed in his arms and opened your eyes, panicked and ready to attack the young woman kneeling in front of you.

"Shh…it's okay, sunshine. You're safe." he whispered in your ear, still holding you close to his chest. "Luda is a healer. She will help you."

The woman nodded and smiled. "So you're his famous sunshine... I've heard a lot about you from him. He's been pining for you for months now. Even his mother is sick of him mentioning you all the time and missing you like some puppy in love." she teases as she puts her hands to your wounds. Only now do you notice that you have an arrow in your leg.

"Luda!" he hisses, scolding her. "This is not the time and place. We need to get out of here as fast as possible." The woman sticks her tongue out at him, but she speeds up her work anyway.

For a brief moment, you feel jealous of the bond they have with each other. But you choose to ignore it. It'll be better if he finds someone else. After all, you'll live forever, and he... will just be a wonderful memory. However, you can't help but turn gently in his arms and give him a mischievous glare as you ask, "Did you miss me?"

He freezes for a moment and stares at you intently, lingering on your lips for a moment too long for Luda and you not to notice. But only you hear his soft whisper and the warmth of his breath as he comes back to himself and confesses quietly, looking only at you, "Day and night."

You look at each other and you know that if you had a little more time, even the presence of his friend wouldn't stop him from leaning in and kissing your lips, which he's been longing for since you left him with that mischievous smirk and that lame nickname instead of your real name.

But the pounding of hooves pulls you out of that moment. Luda jumps up first after healing you and waits for the two of you to move on. He helps you get up. You thank the healer for healing you and are about to leave them to run alone when a strong hand on your wrist stops you.

Dark eyes stare at you menacingly, leaving you no room to argue. "You're not going anywhere. I need to keep an eye on you until it's safe." And with that, you are drawn along with him and Luda. The three of you keep running, traversing the forest as fast as you can.

He protects the three of you by creating shadows that hide you in the thicket of trees. Suddenly it starts raining. The three of you sigh with relief, knowing full well that the rain will destroy your tracks and you will lose them much faster. You only stop in some cave, all exhausted from running, when you stay quiet.

He pulls you close, wrapping his arms protectively around you. And despite you don't want to admit it, you know there's nowhere as safe as here in his arms.

You feel his heart racing in his chest and pounding like crazy. You lean against him more, causing him to rest his cheek against your head. His nose brushes your cheek lightly, making you shiver and blush slightly.

The bastard smiles for a moment, still listening to see if anyone is approaching you. Luda gives you two a meaningful look. You ignore her and spin in the arms of the shadow summoner.

"I... I think I will go now."

"Absolutely not." he protests and reaches out to grab your wrist to make sure you don't stray too far from him. You roll your eyes at him and sigh in annoyance.

"My grandmother is waiting for me. I was meant to join her ages ago. She must be worried."

"Then he will escort you there." Luda speaks up, gaining both of our attention. "Don't look at me like that; you'll panic until you see her again, and the saints know when that will be. Please, for my sanity and everyone around him, let him."

We both blushed, looking awkwardly at each other. Neither is ready to look the other in the eye or initiate a cave exit. Luda sighs and pushes us out of our hiding place.

You start walking, and he faithfully follows you, keeping a close eye on the terrain. The silence between you is heavy. You both know very well that you may not meet again, being on the run all the time and escaping the attention of dangerous, hostile people. At some point, you reach a crossroads where you decide to say goodbye to him. Your grandmother's safe place is in sight.

"So… I guess that's it." you say when you stand in front of each other.

"Yes... I guess it is." he says, looking at you absently, thoughtfully. His tone of voice is… sad, regretful that you two just got back together and you're already walking away from him.

"I.. um... I'm not good at goodbyes." you speak awkwardly, not knowing what to say or do. He smiles tenderly, seeing you so lost for the first time.

"Neither am I." he admits, but his posture and gaze convey more composure and confidence than you currently have.

However, you both know what you really want right now.

You stare at each other for a moment longer before moving towards each other and connecting your lips in a long-awaited kiss. You pull him closer by the lapels of his coat, and he entangles his hands in your hair, preventing you from moving away from him. You don't want to. You cling to him, afraid that he will disappear in a moment, catching the last moments you can spend with him before returning to the brutal reality where you can't be together.

You pull away from each other only because you're both out of air. But you don't pull away from each other. If anything, he pulls you even closer and rests his chin against your shoulder, inhaling your scent and trying to obscure every detail of you.

"Take care of yourself." he says while still hugging you. The warmth of his breath caresses your cool cheek, making you shiver.

"I will." you promise as he pulls back just a tiny bit so he can look at you.

"And don't walk through the forest alone."

"How else am I supposed to give you a chance to be my hero?"

You both giggle, staring at each other. The smile on your face slowly fades as he moves closer to you. He places his hand on your cheek and leans in towards you. You hold your breath, captivated by his next move. You close your eyes, waiting for him to kiss you, but instead he leans in to whisper in your ear.

"Aleksander."

You freeze. You stare at him as he reluctantly pulls away from you, dropping a strand of your hair that he has taken between his fingers. And this time it's you staring at his receding silhouette while your heart is pounding like crazy.

Aleksander… your nameless hero soon turned into your villain and the cause of suffering not only for you, but for all the inhabitants of Ravka.

"Rise and shine, Darkling!" you greet him and enter his chambers, after making sure you close the door behind you and only he can hear you.

"I've cut people in half for saying that nickname." he is dawdling and leaving his bedroom. He frowns as he sees that you've changed the colour of your kefta and are now proudly wearing a dark blue, symbolising your allegiance as an Etherealki but at the same time emphasising your uniqueness as a sun summoner.

"But not me. I'm a sun summoner, and we're in your chambers. You won't risk cutting any of your belongings, and you accidentally need me badly for your machiavelous plans, so I feel very safe."

"I can always punish you for your disobedience, sunshine. I am your general, after all." you snort, pretending that using that nickname didn't do anything to you.

"I don't exactly remember the moment I agreed to join your army." you cross your arms and lean against one of his armchairs, glaring at him defiantly.

"That was when you moved into the apartment next to me, didn't you notice?" he asks with a mischievous grin, walking over to you.

"The bed was too comfortable." you say, shrugging your shoulders.

You take his black kefta that was left on the armchair and throw it at him. You snort, amused, and then laugh as he, completely unprepared for your move, lets the kefta slap him in the face.

He frowns and puts on his kefta, studying your smiling face. You don't expect it at all when he suddenly reaches for a pillow and throws it at you.

You gasped in surprise, but then smiled widely, laughing. Amusement sparkled in your eyes as you tossed a pillow at him and grabbed another.

Aleksander dodged your attack and approached you, trying to yank the pillow out of your hands. You fought for a while, you laughing amused, he smiling, hearing your laughter, which for centuries only haunted him in dreams.

He couldn't deny even to himself that hearing that sweet sound again, seeing the dimples formed from your wide smile made him forget everything else.

He finally managed to snatch the pillow from your hands and tossed it behind him. You were pinned to the wall by him. You both stared at each other, breathing fast after the little fight you two had just had.

For a while, you were just Aleksander and Y/N again. Two people who had nothing on their mind except the nagging question of whether the other craves and longs as much what you once had between you.

To feel the familiar scent, the soft, electrifying touch, the softness of lips, the quickened heartbeat uniting in the same sure rhythm as you both lose yourself completely in each other, limiting your world only to the only one you ever wanted.

And you know that if he leaned in and connected your lips right now, you'd give up. You would forget everything, everything but him would be meaningless to you.

That is why you silently thank the saints when, at the moment when he begins to lean in to kiss you after centuries of longing for the comfort only your lips could give him, someone knocks at the door.

You pull away just in time as heartrender enters Aleksander's chambers after a short knock. The man stops, obviously shocked to see you in the general's chambers.

"What is it, Ivan?" Aleksander asks.

His voice is cool, subdued, you know it all too well. You've never heard him speak like that before. Like an imperious general who would not tolerate opposition or interference in his plans. And this Ivan's sudden intrusion obviously didn't suit him.

"It's... time to go, general. Our people are waiting."

"Good. I shall be right there in a minute."

"Of course, sir."

Ivan go out of the room, leaving you two alone again. Aleksander clears his throat.

"Ready to go?" he asks, turning to face you, the tone of his voice is... different. Warmer, more familiar, the gentle way he always turns to you, even when he's mad as hell.

"Yes. I have my favorite weapons and Fedyor made sure I packed a spare kefta. By the way, I don't need a nanny, Aleksander. Stop sending your heartrenders to watch over me."

"Would you prefer me to be in their place, then?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. You don't miss the sparkle of amusement in his eyes as he opens the door, letting you out first.

"Maybe... with your many general's duties, you wouldn't have time to keep an eye on me." you speak cunningly. Aleksander smiles genuinly.

He hadn't expected this morning to be so... peaceful and carefree. Things weren't always like this with you, and he feared he wouldn't count on it to happen especially now. But he was wrong... and strangely he could get used to it. As long as you were the only one to ruin his plans and expectations.

"That's why you would participate in them with me." he says teasingly which makes you roll your eyes.

"You know how to entertain a girl, General." you snort, slapping his arm with yours as you shove him lightly, speeding towards the exit of the Little Palace.

Aleksander frowns as he sees the black steel, shining in the sunlight, sticking out of your boot.

He speeds up, catching up with you again. Your kefta flapping behind you two as you walk at a brisk pace, ignoring Grishas' gazes at you.

"Well, it seems that I'm so memorable that the girl can't part with a memento of me. It's my dagger, isn't it, sunshine? The one I gave you ages ago."

"What? No. Do you think ordinary steel would last that long?" you ask, trying to mock him, but Aleksander knows better.

"Under the protection of good Durasts? Undoubtedly." he says confidently as he takes advantage of your moment of inattention and pulls out your dagger.

He turns it over in his hands, smiling when he realizes he's right. However, you quickly take the steel from his hands and put it back in your shoe.

"I... you know, even if it is the same dagger, it doesn't matter, because you are already more under my 'unmemorable spell' that you decide to take as your sign the one I made for you."

"What do you mean?"

"Please... the sun in the eclipse? It was my idea." you say, pointing to one of the banners on the walls of the Little Palace.

"Maybe yes, maybe not. It was centuries ago. Who would remember that? But you, sunshine, are so sentimental that you kept this dagger. And I tought you were too smart to be seduced by me."

"Do not flatter yourself. It's just a good weapon." you say, trying to brush him off, but that goofy smirk on his lips doesn't disappear even after you leave the palace walls and go into your stable clothes.

"Surely. Because it was mine."

"Be careful. Your ego is starting to get bigger than the fold."

The memory of the fold effectively destroys the playful atmosphere between you two.

And you kind of regret bringing it up on purpose as you watch him tense next to you and walk off without a word, to talk to his most trusted men.

You look away from him and tighten your hand on your grandmother's bracelet. You promised to stay away from him. Meanwhile, you were going to a war against Fjerdans with the man who was the reason why you lost everything what was precious in your life. The only family and shelter you had known.

Aleksander could be your soulmate, but your potential relationship wouldn't do any good.

At least that's what you were trying to tell yourself, watching out of the corner of your eye as the man who created the fold made sure all his soldiers were ready to leave and for the coming fight.

And in that moment, he seemed to you who he wanted you to believe. Protector of all Grishas. Their savior. Starless Saint...

You flinched, looking away from him as he climbed onto his horse. His dark coat over his kefta wrapped around him like shadows, and the deep blackness reminded you of the horrors of the fold.

No. He was just a Black Heretic. An unfeeling, power-hungry monster who has caused millions to suffer.

At least believing in it was an easier solution for you. Unlike him, you've always been looking for easiest way of solving problems... and you couldn't help, but wander maybe you were the selfish one after all?

The neighing of a horse break you out of your reverie. Aleksander rides up to you on his black horse and extends his hand in your direction, inviting (or rather commanding) you to ride with him.

"I can ride a horse by myself." you snort, crossing your arms.

"I didn't doubt." he says in a serious, cold tone, looking at you defiantly in the eyes. His hand is still open for you to take.

You look between his hand and his dark eyes. Behind you, you hear the murmur of other Grishas talking.

One stern look from Aleksander silences everyone. They begin to prepare to leave again, only a few have the courage to cast furtive glances your way.

"Please, Y/N." he whispers so only you can hear him. You know why he wants you to ride with him. The Fjerdans took more from you than both of you would like to admit. He was afraid of losing you… even though you were still an annoying brat to each other.

You roll your eyes and take his hand. You sit in front of him. His hands embrace you and hold you. Enough to respect your privacy and enough to make sure you don't fall. Always a gentleman. You take the horse's reins and, with his order, you all ride out of the palace.

Two weeks. That's how long you managed to stay out from any troubles. (Or rather, how long it took you to get to the Fjerdans border and settle into the camp.)

More than once you fought, you ran, you tried to survive, holding on to your dear life as the only precious thing you had.

But you've never been in a war before. You did not know the realities that awaited you. And Aleksander took great pains not to let you know them or stick your nose out of the camp.

Which annoyed you a lot. That's why you decided to sneak out for a walk when Aleksander was too busy to notice.

And that's how you ran into Drüskelle.

You weren't looking for trouble, really. And you would have made it safely past them and back to camp if they hadn't had other Grishas at the end of their blades.

Therefore, without thinking much, you summoned your light and attacked them.

You managed to free some of the Grishas. They quickly joined the fight against Drüskelle. Some of them (the most wounded) took advantage of the opportunity and ran towards the camp.

Blood was pouring around you. You could feel the familiar thrill of power as you unleashed your light. You rarely summoned them in large numbers, but since Aleksander announced your existence to the world, you've had to get used to it.

You couldn't hide anymore. The summoner of the sun had to go on the scene and save the world... even if you weren't ready for it or wanted to be a saint or a hero.

You got so lost in thought that you separated yourself from the group of fighting Grishas. You were alone with a few Drüskelles in an empty field. You decided to summon a huge ball of light and blind them all, burning out more than their eyes in the process.

Before you could do it, one of them approached you from behind. You stabbed him in the chest with a sword, but another approached you and handcuffed your hands, preventing you from summoning.

He kicked you to the ground and stood over you, sword in hand, ready to kill you.

But suddenly he froze. Blood gushed out of him, falling partly onto you as his lifeless body fell to the ground, cuted in half. Black, shadow-tainted blood oozed from his wounds.

You looked up to see Aleksander. He comes to you worried. He breathes a sigh of relief when he sees that you're fine.

"Still don't need my help?" he asks, extending his hand to help you up. "I should tie you to me."

You huff furiously as you stand up by yourself. More annoyed that he was the one who helped you than that he killed Drüskelle. You shake off your blue kefta and look around the clearing and the halved bodies.

"We could have questioned them first." you say mad. He sighs as he looks at you. You see a flicker of tiredness before he puts his mask back on.

"Is there anyone other than you who does things right in your eyes?" he asks, rummaging through the pockets of the dead Fjerdans and pulling out the key to the handcuffs.

"A lot of people. Of course not you." you say as you walk up to him and lift your handcuffed hands.

"Maybe I should have left you in those handcuffs then." he turns and walks away from you towards the camp.

"Aleksander!" you shout after him, not caring if anyone hears you, and run to catch up with him. Aleksander looks at you reprovingly and sighs, shaking his head.

The moment you are about to grab his hand, you stumble. And if it weren't for the man's quick reflexes, you'd have landed on the ground.

Aleksander catches you and helps you stand up again. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the sleeve of his kefta slip down, revealing the tattoo of your name on his wrist. You stare at it for a moment, somehow captivated by the black writing that resembles your handwriting.

You've only seen his name on your wrist twice in your life. You always made sure you had a bracelet from your grandma which hid it. And now, seeing Aleksander just wearing a tattoo of your name like it was the most ordinary and normal thing to do, makes you feel kind of guilty.

Especially after he glances disappointedly at your bracelet wrist and pulls away from you, covering his soulmate sign with his sleeve.

He clears his throat and tosses you the key. You catch it and look at him carefully.

"In five minutes at the camp. If you don't come back, I'll bind you to my heartenders." he speaks coldly, and even though you can't see his eyes and his tone remains neutral, you know he's hurt. You know that you hurt him. And you don't feel good about it at all.

"As you wish, general." you reply in an equally unemotional tone, and somehow the fact that you named him by his title creates an even greater gulf between you.

He walks away, his black cloak billowing behind him as he leaves you alone in a clearing full of corpses.

You've done it to him hundreds of times. And yet the taste of your own medicine is more bitter than you thought. And you can't help but wonder if it was killing him as much as it was killing you right now.

You came back to camp in a bad mood. Whispers about how Sankta Y/N saved Grishas from the Drüskelles group didn't make you feel any better.

You tried to spot Aleksander's black kefta in the crowd of people. You needed to talk and work things out between you two if you were going to work together to win this war against the Fjerdans.

It's not that you didn't like it when he spoke to you coldly and act distantly towards you. It didn't bother you at all. Not even a little bit...

You return to the camp and as you go deeper, into the zone where the highest rank soldiers are, you feel the atmosphere change to... more tense.

Finally, you see Aleksander. He's talking to Ivan, his expression is... stoic. He wears his mask again, hiding his emotions when Ivan gives him some information.

You approach them and manage to overhear what Ivan is saying. You freeze, standing right behind Aleksander. The king sent soldiers of the second army to the front, where the Fjerdans forces were at their greatest.

The king sent them to slaughter… certain death. You both knew it. Aleksander nodded to Ivan and walked briskly towards his tent, not wanting to hear any more about Grishas' losses in his army.

You sigh, shifting your gaze to the heartrender. "How many?"

"Hundred. More or less." you nod, whispering a silent thank you. The guilt begins to build up inside you.

You were the summoner of the sun. One of the most powerful Grisha… and you still couldn't protect your people. You spent hundreds of years in hiding, developing your obsession with destroying the fold that you failed to see another, more sinister problem in the heart and borders of Ravka.

You let your personal grudge overshadow everything else. And on your way to Aleksander's tent you couldn't help but wonder… was the fold really the problem?

You hesitantly enter Aleksander's tent and pull down the tent's curtain behind you. As you'd expect, his shadows roam the room as he darts around the room looking for some papers.

"What? Are you going to give me another lecture about my incompetence? Or remind me that I'm a monster?" he asks, not hiding his anger as he hears your footsteps inside his tent.

"That's… wasn't exactly my intentions…"

"So say what you want and get out of my sight." he growls in frustration as he flips through the various plans, sheets, notes, and maps on his small desk. Other papers and books lay scattered around the tent, cluttering it.

"I have… some idea how to solve this problem."

"What? Will you make a big ball of light that everyone will be scared of?" he asks sarcastically, mocking you as he reaches for his glass of whiskey.

"Aleksander..." you sigh, hurt, and try to put your hand on his shoulder in comfort, but he pulls away from you as if your touch burns him.

"No, Y/N! You have no idea what's going on here. You've been hiding for hundreds of years from the eyes of others and you didn't care about the fate of the Grishas! Leave me alone and let me take care of my people."

"There are my people too! I want what's best for them too!" you argue with him, furious that he treats you this way. None of this was your fault...or so you thought.

"For how long? How long will it be before you leave them when they need you the most?!" you frown, understanding the slight allusion and hint of resentment in his voice.

"Are you really doing this about us? You're pathetic." you say and turn on your heel to go to your part of the tent, don't want to talk with him anymore today.

"Says a woman who can't defend herself and runs away from everything." he taunts, sipping alcohol from a glass as he watches you avoiding confrontation.

"I can take care of myself!" you scream in fury, walking up to him in three big strides to stand in front of him and prove him wrong.

"Somehow you always end up saved by me! And you always treat me worse than the dirt under your shoes."

"Because you are my curse. The reason I fell, the reason I lost everything! I hate you! I hate you for being the Black Heretic! I hate you for creating the fold! I hate that your damn name is on my wrist!" you scream, pounding his chest with every sentence you say. He grabs your wrists and digs his fingers hard in the place where his name should be on your wrist.

"Oh, believe me, it bothers you less than me. For hundreds of years I have been forced to suffer because of your immaturity and indecisiveness." he growls furiously in your face as you both send a hostile stares at each other.

"My immaturity? My indecisiveness?"

"I wasn't the one of us who denied having a soulmate for hundreds of years. If anyone of us is pathetic here, it is you, sunshine."

"Me? Denying you? Look now."

You speak and step across the space between you. You pull him to you by the heel of his black kefta and kiss him passionately, aggressively, putting all your anger and desire for him into the kiss.

You are to pull away from him and sneer at how he is charmed by your lips when he suddenly pushes you against the desk. Your hips hit the wood as Aleksander presses his body against yours, kissing you greedily as his hands cup your cheeks - making sure you won't leave until he's taken what he wants and needs, what he's so desperately longed for over the centuries.

You answer him with equal passion, tugging on his hair at the base of his neck as you pull him as close to you as possible.

Nothing else in this world matters to you now. Volcra and Drüskelle could invade that tent and you and Aleksander would still be kissing, perhaps just sending your light and shadows against them to keep them out of your way when you finally get what you want.

The desk digs into your hips uncomfortably, but you'd be damned to move away from him now as he continues to kiss you and trails one hand up your body and begins to slowly lift the fabric of your kefta up.

You moan into his lips as his fingertips meet the skin of your waist, amplifying your powers. You can swear that for a moment the rays of the sun flow from your fingers.

Then you pull away from each other. You both breathe heavily, looking at each other as you try to process what just happened between you two.

"Aleksander Morozova… I hate you." you gasp, leaning against his desk as you try to catch a breath. You hate him... for always making you want him more.

"I know." he just whisper, looking at you. You can't read the expression on his face, and his dark eyes take you in completely.

You clear your throat and take a step forward to avoid him and exit the tent, but he blocks your way.

He tentatively raises his hand and places it tenderly on your cheek. You automatically lean into his touch. His eyes move from yours to your mouth. He licks his lips and stares at you silently, thinking of his next move as you stare at him in anticipation.

"What are you doing?" you whisper, your voice barely audible, as if you are afraid that at any moment you will break this moment between you and he will pull away from you when the warmth of his touch is all you want to feel right now.

He doesn't answer you. Instead, he leans forward and gives you enough time and space to move away from him. But you don't. That's why he digs himself greedily into your lips again.

He pushes you back onto the desk, this time you sit on it and wrap your legs around his waist, needing him to be as close to you as possible.

"We should stop." he mumbles, pulling away from your lips and resting his forehead against yours. His eyes are closed as if he's trying to pull himself together to pull away from you.

"We should." you agree, but lean in to kiss him again. He doesn't protest, he wraps his arms around you, pinning you to the desk.

"I have people to safe." he whispers, moving his kisses to your jaw and neck. You shiver at the feel of his warm breath and soft lips against your cold skin.

"We have." you correct him and slowly undo his kefta.

"I shouldn't want you."

"Neither should I." you agree with him, sliding the black material of his kefta off his shoulders. Aleksander picks you up from the desk and kisses you passionately, carrying you to the bed. In the meantime, you're working on undoing his shirt.

The feel of your fingers on his bare chest sobered him up. He hovers over you, watching you intently as he engages in an internal battle with what he wants to do and what he should do.

"Y/N." he whispers, his eyes locked on yours as you play with his hair.

"Aleksander." he sighs, resting his forehead against yours as you stroke his cheek.

His beard tickles you slightly, but you don't mind. In fact, you think he's much better with it... handsomer. Aleksander closes his eyes, rubbing his nose against yours.

"Say you didn't want this. Say that you hate me. That you despise me, that you loathe me. That you wish I died in the fold centuries ago." he says, cupping your cheek tenderly with his hand and opening his eyes, waiting for your response.

"You know I can't... you are everything... everything I have left." you admit. And apparently that's all Aleksander needs to dive into you and take your lips again in a passionate kiss.

You moan into his mouth as he starts ripping off your navy kefta and throwing it behind him. You have the feeling that after this night you will only be able to wear the black one he gave you earlier. But somehow you don't mind anymore.

And you think... that maybe you could be his soulmate for a while... or at least for this one night... to feel his electric touch once again.

[mads-weasley]

Epiphany Pt. 6: Daylight

Lewis Nixon x Reader

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inspo: daylight: live from paris by taylor swift

A/N: heyloooo! this one is probably my favorite chapter yet! enjoy! this is about the fictional portrayal of easy company on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog!

Summary: (Y/n) returns to the front to find things are not as they seem and a long-awaited moment takes place because of it. (this is a terrible summary lol)

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: nothing but tooth-rotting sweetness

As the jeep rumbled to a halt in the early morning, (y/n) carefully stepped out onto the ground, the crisp air brushing against her face. It was nearly eight, and the camp was buzzing with soldiers starting their day. She winced slightly, mindful of her healing side, which reminded her to move cautiously.

“I’ve gotta report to Cap’n’ Winters, so I’ll let him know you’re back,” Gene said, grabbing his medic satchel from the backseat. 

(Y/n) nodded as her eyes scanned their surroundings for her friends. “Alright. Thanks again, Gene.”

With that, Roe was gone. She took a deep breath, feeling a sense of comfort and belonging. Laughter echoed through the air, and her curiosity got the better of her as she followed the cheerful sounds to a small clearing. In the clearing, George, Skip, Alex, and Don sat in a circle, engrossed in a lively conversation with their heads thrown back in laughter. 

A genuine smile graced her lips and she stood for a moment, savoring the scene before stepping forward. The laughter gradually faded as they turned in unison, eyes widening in disbelief. 

“(Y/n)!” Skip’s joyful exclamation broke the silence, and he pulled her into a careful embrace, mindful of her wound. “You’re looking great!”

She returned the hug, laughter bubbling up from her stomach. “Good to see you too, Skip.”

Alex and Don each pulled her into a warm hug, and when they pulled away, George stood behind them, a wide smile on his face.

“You had us worried there,” he announced.

(Y/n) shrugged. “I’m tougher than I look,” she replied, walking forward to pull him into a hug. 

George returned the embrace, a hint of pride in his eyes. “That you are, (y/n). I’m glad you’re back.”

“Yeah, so are we!” Malarkey snickered, grabbing his gear off the ground. “With you gone, he’s been annoying us more than usual.”

George rolled his eyes with a scoff. “You’re just jealous you don’t have my sense of humor.”

As (y/n) listened to their banter, her heart felt full for the first time in a month. The only thing missing was the dark-haired officer her heart longed to see. Her thoughts were stuck on his calming voice and snarky demeanor, and she found herself accidentally thinking out loud. 

“Where’s Nix?”

George and Don shared a nervous and knowing look.

“At this hour, probably laying in bed,” Skip laughed, playfully hitting Penkala’s chest. 

(Y/n)’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean, at this hour?”

“Uhh…” Skip looked to the group for help, but they just looked away.

“Cause ya’ know, he’s…um…probably hungover or something.”

“What?” She asked, eyes widening in disbelief. In his last letter, he’d told her how he had a handle on his drinking.

George came to the boy’s rescue. “(Y/n/n), he’s been struggling with you gone.”

Understanding dawned upon her, and her worry deepened. “I need to see him. Now.”

The rhythmic thud of her heartbeat was almost deafening in her ears as approached the small brick house that was Nixon’s billet. Her emotions were a hurricane, swirling within her like a fierce storm. Whether it was in anticipation or anger, she didn't know.

“Don’t be too hard on him,” Don’s words echoed through the air and she nodded, her gaze distant as her mind raced with thoughts.

Summoning all her courage, she raised her knuckles and rapped on the door, three sharp knocks reverberating through the air. Her heart pounded faster as she waited for the man she loved to answer.

The knocks were met with silence for a few moments that seemed to stretch into an eternity. The anxiety coiled tighter in her chest as the seconds drug on. She knocked again, her knuckles stinging from the hard wooden door. Finally, she heard shuffling and yelling from within. 

“Dick, for Pete’s sake! Let me sleep!”

The door creaked open, and there stood Lewis, looking disheveled and worn. His hair was a mess atop his head, and he wore a wrinkly army green tank top and PT shorts.

“(Y/n)? You’re back?” He stammered, rubbing his eyes, as if not entirely sure if she was real or a figment of his imagination.

“You look like hell,” she blurted, unable to hold back her concern.

He managed a weak smile. “You should see the other guy.”

She stepped inside, ignoring the flutter in her chest at being in his space again. “That’s not funny, Lew. I told you to take care of yourself and you’re doing the exact opposite!!”

His eyes found the floor, and he fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. “Yeah, I know.”

(Y/n) let out a sigh, her anger slowly deflating as she took in the reality of the situation. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He looked up at her, his brown eyes searching for something. “I didn’t want you to worry more than you already do. You were in the hospital for crying out loud.”

“Like I wouldn’t worry about you anyway?” She snapped, her frustration bubbling over.

Lew took a step closer, his voice softer. “I’m sorry. I didn’t handle it right.”

Sighing, she closed the distance between them. As she wrapped her arms around him, she could feel the tension in his body, a mix of exhaustion and the weight of his own actions. His shoulders were tense, and she could sense the rigidity in his posture as if he had been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

His arms eventually found their way around her, encircling her in a protective but careful embrace. Despite her anger, she had missed him terribly. “Just…don’t shut me out, okay?”

He held her close, burying his face in her hair. “Deal. I’ll do better, I promise.”

(Y/n)’s own grip tightened as if to reassure him that she was there, that she would be a support he could lean on. The scent of sweat mixed with his familiar smell of cigarettes and whiskey, creating a scent that comforted her. She pressed her cheek to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart, a rhythm that told her he was really there. Each thud was a reassurance, a reminder that they were both still alive.

“Wait,” Lew froze, his grip loosening. “Am I hurting you?”

She smirked up at him. “I’ve still got some morphine in my system, so no.”

Lewis looked down at her, captivated by the radiance of her smile, and tenderly tucked a stray wisp of hair behind her ear that had fallen loose from her ponytail.

“I’ve missed that smile,” he muttered, bringing his hand up to caress her cheek.

She leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth of his hand against her skin. “I’ve missed you too, Lew.”

His eyes softened, reflecting a mixture of relief and longing. “I’ve been going out of my mind worrying about you here.”

“I’m here now,” she whispered, “and that’s what matters.”

Lew’s eyes flicked to her lips, the gentle rise and fall of her breath captivating him. It took all the willpower in him not to lean down and connect their lips, to let the magnetic pull between them no longer deny the two of a closeness they’d been wanting for so long.

The rays of the rising sun shone through the windows, casting a soft, golden hue across the room. The golden light danced across her face, accentuating the delicate features that had become etched into his heart. Her eyes held a sparkle, a reflection of the sunrise, and her smile was a beacon of warmth. It was a breathtaking sight, a moment of pure beauty that took his breath away.

He used to think that love would be in black and white, straightforward and simple. But looking at her before him, amidst the golden embrace of the morning light, he realized that love was more complex, more nuanced. It was golden, like the daylight breaking through the clouds after a long, dark night. It was the warmth in her smile, the gentleness in her touch, and the way her eyes sparkled with unspoken affection. Love, he realized, was a mosaic of moments and emotions, and it was all there, woven into the golden hues of this precious morning. 

‘This is it. The perfect moment,’ he thought. The moment he’d been waiting for. The room seemed to hold its breath in anticipation.

“(Y/n),” Lew began in a whisper, his fingers tenderly tracing the contours of her face, feeling the warmth of her skin. “Can I tell you something?”

She reached up and placed a hand over his. “Anything.”

“I’m completely in-” he paused, the words caught in his throat, heart racing with the weight of his admission.

The door flew open with a loud creak, shattering the delicate bubble they were in. Panic surged through Nix, and they quickly moved apart, their connection abruptly severed. Dick walked in, absorbed with something on his uniform, completely oblivious to the moment he had interrupted.

“Nix! Get up! Guess who’s ba-”

(Y/n) swiftly saluted, her heart sinking at the interruption. Dick looked up, registering the situation, and his face morphed into one of horror at the realization of what he had walked into. 

“Oh, pardon me,” he stammered, his face flushing with embarrassment.

If looks could kill, Dick would certainly be dead from Lew’s harsh glare.

“Uh, no problem, sir,” she sheepishly replied, a red tinge creeping up her neck. “I was just coming to…uh…tell Nix I was back.”

Dick nodded, awkwardness hanging in the air. “No problem, (y/n). Glad to have you back.”

Before Lew could speak, she started walking toward the door quickly, her heart heavy. “I’ve got to check in with Guarnere, so…um…I’ll see you both later, sirs.”

Dick’s eyes widened. “Guarnere’s off the line, so Sergeant Malarkey is your squad leader until he returns.

“Yes, sir,” she murmured. (Y/n) looked at Nixon, her eyes reflecting conflict and longing before exiting the room, closing the door with a loud click.

The two men stood for a moment in silence, the room filled with tension that seemed to crackle in the air. 

“Lew, I’m sorry,” Dick sighed, running an ashamed hand down his face. “I didn’t think she’d already be here. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have-”

“You know, it’s fine, Dick. I’m sure there will be another perfect moment to confess,” he interrupted, chuckling bitterly..

Lew’s facade of composure was cracking, revealing the turmoil underneath. The moment had been so carefully built and so abruptly shattered, it left him feeling a mixture of frustration and disappointment. He had mustered the courage to confess his feelings, to finally put them into words, and it had been snatched away by an ill-timed interruption.

This frustration simmered beneath his calm exterior, directed not at Dick personally, but at the cruel twist of fate that had teased him with the ‘perfect moment’. He was so close to telling (y/n) what she meant to him, but the moment was gone, the words caught in his throat like a fleeting breath of air.

Dick was riddled with guilt as he stood next to him, knowing how much the confession meant to his friend. 

“You’ll have your chance,” Dick repeated, hoping to offer some reassurance. “When things settle down and we get a moment of peace, you’ll be able to tell her.”

“Yeah,” Lew replied, but his tone lacked conviction. 

Dick cleared his throat quietly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “Doc said that Moose should be okay, but he’d gonna be sent home.”

Nix’s eyes flicked up from the floor, a mix of concern and relief visible in them. “Who’s going to take over Easy, then?”

“A replacement. Lieutenant Norman Dike,” Dick replied, hesitating slightly.

The intelligence officer’s expression shifted from disbelief to frustration. “A replacement?”

“Yeah,” Dick confirmed.

“Why not promote a Toccoa man or something?”

“I would,” Dick interjected, “but I can’t control who gets Easy.”

“Great. I can’t wait to see how this goes over with the men,” Nix groaned.

Dick let out a tired sigh. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. And from now on, I’ll knock before entering. I’m sorry again, Lew.”

He acknowledged Dick with a nod, his mind already racing, contemplating the changes that were coming in more than one aspect of his life, and the uncertainties that lay ahead. The only thing he knew for sure was that even if it was the last thing he ever did, he was going to tell (y/n) how he felt sooner rather than later. 

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the "taylor swift is expensive taste" article is extremely funny to me. like it's neither true nor untrue necessarily. i have no idea how to articulate it. it's just an incomplete analysis. like there's an element of highbrow/lowbrow that is not being explored here. have you ever met a music gear or modular synth girlie, that balance sheet is gonna knock a tswift collection out of the park every time by orders of magnitude, they are NOT rich and it's not a conspicuous consumption thing. unless they order everything in custom pink and then it is. do you see what i mean

some of the people who pay for VSTs and synth patches are doing it because they don't know what they're doing but they want to look like they're doing something in order to not disappoint their parents, and some of them are doing it, not because they couldn't reverse engineer it themselves, but because they want to pay what they've earned back into the music production community. art collectors with the highest tax breaks probably spend less than carrie fisher did at cons

"expensive taste" has nothing to do with how much you actually spend and everything to do with how other people perceive how much you spend, and then the blander it is the better. highbrow is purposefully mediocre. it's like fine cheese. musty as hell ass garbage serves to separate the old money from the new at the function, it doesn't matter whether it's any good or even if you like it, it's a performance. show us you have acquired the acquired taste. same reason two buck chuck only wins wine awards in double blind tests

lower classes participating in so-called "expensive taste" fandom behavior such as taylor swift, musical theater, formula 1 racing, latex fetishism etc etc can be seen as a sort of aspirational behavior, like a cargo-cult ritual summoning of the means they wish to have or an escapist fantasy from what they don't. this is also reflected in self-help philosophies like law of attraction. if you surround yourself with it, somewhere in time style, and invest fully in the fantasy, it must become true because you believe it. sometimes this actually works in cases where you already had the wherewithal to make it happen, successfully eliding how the sausage is made, so you can give a slew of media-ready interviews about just believing in yourself and going for it. and when it doesn't work for people who didn't, it must be a fault of belief. they didn't do it right enough. they saw a penny. what most people with means don't understand is that this can happen to them too, it's a social circle that requires participants to be perpetually en pointe ("you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me" and so on)

[theetherealshade]

me at discord right now

[negative-speedforce]

5 things you'd arrange in a circle to summon each OC?

Siv: a knife, an enchilada, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine full series on DVD, a pair of combat boots, and a lesbian pride flag

Jay: five photos of Cassandra lol

Hailey: a sword, Tom Hiddleston, an ao dai, dark red lipstick, a Megan Thee Stallion album

Cassandra: a black candle, Jay, several crystals, curly hair care items, and a cowgirl hat

Ember: a pride flag, a bag of glitter, a plate of adobo, high heels, a "free hugs" t-shirt

Esme: Clubbing outfits, concert tickets, a bottle of red wine, platinum blonde hair dye, black lipstick

Cat: Brand new laptop, cat ear headphones, science journals, classified documents, her glasses

Arya: A whoopie cushion, fake blood, a nose ring, a fairy figurine, flannel sweaters

Gina: Taylor Swift's entire discography, her little brother, a plate of tembleque, her phone, long flowy dresses

[ilostyou]

objects to summon you:

taylor swift hoodie

2. 5sos5 vinyl

3. tiny kitten

4. 30k fanfic of your favorite ship

5. bedazzled guitar

i have been READ like a BOOK. feeling very perceived rn 🫶🏻 this would 100000% work and i’m impressed that you nailed that ngl (maybe just swap kitten for puppy but tbh i’m in either way)

if you were trying to summon me, what five things would you place in a summoning circle?

[baba-fett]

ok i can't read apparently but here are the things i would put in an iris baba-fett summoning circle

1. diet coke

2. rex merch (like that shirt from a few weeks ago)

3. taylor swift, the woman herself

4. the video game you like. i know this is very vague but it's the one you play a lot and guys are surprised a girl is good at it

5. fun cocktails for us to share <3

if you were trying to summon me, what five things would you place in a summoning circle?

omg all of these are SO ACCURATE. would be iconic to get taylor swift herself. and many fun cockails 💕

[chloeworships]

I saw someone pouring almond milk. There might be an issue with some batches made. We could be hearing about this OR someone could be allergic.

UPDATE:

God just gave me this scripture: Isaiah 60. I only copied this part but the whole scripture applies. What I heard was “When the time is right, I the LORD will make it happen”. When I read the scrip in its entirety this is where I saw the Milk 🥛 yyaaayyyyyyyyyyyyy lol 😂

What’s interesting is, God had shown us the blue bra. He also showed me his name “GOD” in bronze eyeshadow. Wow 🤩 I didn’t know what he meant when he showed me this until now. Who else loves bronze eyeshadow? That’s my go-to. He showed me this in my family room on our glass table and underneath it was bronze lipstick 💄

Something amazing is about to happen for some of you. Get ready. The LORD is preparing a table in front of your enemies with riches and blessings for ALL to see ✨

What’s crazy is I heard him say “I am with you” earlier this evening.

He is with YOU babes. You’ll know if this message is for you. Everyone will be a witness to this. Watch GOD work 🛠️⏰

PS. Recall the dream I had with the baby on my hip. I can’t make this stuff up babezzzzzzzz. Congrats to whoever this message is for 🤩

PPS. You could be vegan as well, I’m hearing 🌱 or sell vegan cruelty free products. You could also be seeing a lot of clocks. Yes, your time has come.

OMGOSHHHH I had a dream about me and Taylor Swift. It was very short. We were hiding behind a wall 👀 The dream kinda reminded me of her “Bad Blood 🩸” video. In the video she is putting on LIPSTICK AND she’s also in a high rise building just like the one in my other dream hahahahaaha. Notice the blue classic vintage car 👀

I’m done ✅

Song 🎧

HAHA I. LOVE. IT.

I didn’t mention, I saw a woman who was suffering from alopecia. She had her hair in a small top bun and a full face of make up with beautiful naturally plump lips with chocolate brown lipstick. She was worried about her looks and loss of hair. Your hair will grow back girl. It was a result of a spell. Yes, there are beauty curses that others use to make you look unattractive, gain or lose a significant amount of weight and or make you smell or have issues with your genitals (itching or impotence). People don’t believe me when I say this but, for those who have experienced it, we know.

I also had another dream of setting two of my enemies on fire after I prayed for protection. When they were on fire they looked like the witchcraft circle (pentagram) witches use to summon demons. It was SURREAL.

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I was going to share this dream tomorrow but alas, God had other plans haha 😂

They messed with the wrong Child of God 👀 oh dear. Witches and enemies are about to be destroyed.

I heard the LORD say two nights ago “tragedies have struck” ⚡️👀

This prophetic word is for several of you. Let the Most High confirm it ✝️

[intooblivion-wego]

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[meredithismybae]

i am so sorry julia baretto but i just had to! HAHAHA

summoning circle, hope this works    

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